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Poem
October 26, 1835
The Daily Herald
New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut
What is this article about?
A heartbroken speaker laments the death of his beloved Mary, reminiscing about their shared joys and intimacy, now contrasted with her cold, lifeless form. He kisses her pale lips, questions fate's cruelty, and resolves to join her in the grave after watching flowers wither.
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FOR THE HERALD.
TO MARY.
I thought not thou could'st leave me, Mary,
I thought not this could be ;
I thought not thou could'st grieve me, Mary,
Thou always kind to me :
I thought not thou Could'st lie, my Mary,
So pulseless here and still;
I thought not that thine eye, my Mary,
Could ever be so chill.
I've clasp'd thee to my breast, my Mary,
In happy days agone ;
Thy lip to mine I've press'd, my Mary,
When you and I were one;
Thy breath like winds of flowers, my Mary,
I've felt upon my cheek,
When confidence was ours, my Mary,
And love we could not speak.
Each flower, and bird, and bee, my Mary,
Seem'd sweeter unto me,
When only you and I, my Mary,
Together could them see ;
You know we oft did sigh, my Mary,
Love did so witching seem ;
For O! with you and I, my Mary,
It was so like a dream.
And now, O! is this all, my Mary,
That cruel fate has left?
My loved and beautiful, my Mary,
Am I of all bereft?
Thy cold, cold lip I kiss, my Mary,
Sweet Mary ! is it thee ?
Thine eye, O! was it this, my Mary,
That beam'd so kind on me?
Come bring me flowers—bring blossoms nurs'd—
The bright ones of the year ;
But let me see them wither, first,
Then I will lay them here ;
Blossoms for blossoms fitness have—
Thus should the lovely die ;
But, Mary, near thee is a grave,
And there I'll shortly lie.
TO MARY.
I thought not thou could'st leave me, Mary,
I thought not this could be ;
I thought not thou could'st grieve me, Mary,
Thou always kind to me :
I thought not thou Could'st lie, my Mary,
So pulseless here and still;
I thought not that thine eye, my Mary,
Could ever be so chill.
I've clasp'd thee to my breast, my Mary,
In happy days agone ;
Thy lip to mine I've press'd, my Mary,
When you and I were one;
Thy breath like winds of flowers, my Mary,
I've felt upon my cheek,
When confidence was ours, my Mary,
And love we could not speak.
Each flower, and bird, and bee, my Mary,
Seem'd sweeter unto me,
When only you and I, my Mary,
Together could them see ;
You know we oft did sigh, my Mary,
Love did so witching seem ;
For O! with you and I, my Mary,
It was so like a dream.
And now, O! is this all, my Mary,
That cruel fate has left?
My loved and beautiful, my Mary,
Am I of all bereft?
Thy cold, cold lip I kiss, my Mary,
Sweet Mary ! is it thee ?
Thine eye, O! was it this, my Mary,
That beam'd so kind on me?
Come bring me flowers—bring blossoms nurs'd—
The bright ones of the year ;
But let me see them wither, first,
Then I will lay them here ;
Blossoms for blossoms fitness have—
Thus should the lovely die ;
But, Mary, near thee is a grave,
And there I'll shortly lie.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Ballad
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Mary Elegy
Death Lament
Lost Love
Mourning Verse
Bereaved Lover
What entities or persons were involved?
For The Herald.
Poem Details
Title
To Mary.
Author
For The Herald.
Subject
Lament For Deceased Beloved Mary
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
I Thought Not Thou Could'st Leave Me, Mary,
I Thought Not This Could Be ;
I Thought Not Thou Could'st Grieve Me, Mary,
Thou Always Kind To Me :
Thy Cold, Cold Lip I Kiss, My Mary,
Sweet Mary ! Is It Thee ?
Thine Eye, O! Was It This, My Mary,
That Beam'd So Kind On Me?
Come Bring Me Flowers—Bring Blossoms Nurs'd—
The Bright Ones Of The Year ;
But Let Me See Them Wither, First,
Then I Will Lay Them Here ;
Blossoms For Blossoms Fitness Have—
Thus Should The Lovely Die ;
But, Mary, Near Thee Is A Grave,
And There I'll Shortly Lie.